Chapter 5
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Alejandro stood in the doorway, watching as Amelia’s form crumpled onto the bed, her face a mask of shattered pride. The tears fell so easily—pathetically, really. But he couldn't bring himself to care.
"You think you have a choice?"
His words echoed in the silence, and for a moment, he thought he saw something—maybe it was regret, maybe guilt. But that was foolishness. Amelia was nothing but an obstacle now, a woman who had outlived her usefulness. He didn't owe her an ounce of comfort.
He had made it clear to her, hadn't he? This marriage was a means to an end. Nothing more.
"You were never meant to have a choice."
The look in her eyes when she’d turned away, the anger—he could almost respect it, but it wasn’t enough. She was weak. Always weak. That’s why he had to leave her there, crying like a broken doll. She’d never been strong enough for him, and now, that final c***k in her armor was all too clear.
He didn’t even look back as he walked out of the room, his mind already shifting to something else. He didn’t need to waste any more time on a woman who couldn’t handle the truth.
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Hours Later
Alejandro stood by the window, staring out at the city lights, his fingers tapping rhythmically against the glass. The night was getting late, but he couldn’t shake the restless feeling gnawing at him. Amelia’s breakdown, her tears—they didn’t bother him, no. He was bothered by something else.
A reminder.
He hadn’t thought about Isabella in the midst of everything.
His love.
But she was always there, in the back of his mind. That woman had always understood him in ways Amelia never could. Amelia had never been more than an obligation, a means to an end—Isabella, on the other hand, was the woman who had always mattered.
He didn’t want to be alone tonight. He wanted to forget the dull ache of the night and the emptiness of the woman he’d just left behind.
He grabbed his phone.
A few taps and the message was sent:
"I need you here. Now."
It wasn’t an invitation. It was a command. He didn’t need to soften it; she would understand. Isabella always did.
Seconds later, his phone buzzed.
"On my way."
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The sound of the doorbell was a welcome interruption, and Alejandro didn’t hesitate. He was done pretending. He opened the door to find Isabella standing there, looking as perfect as always. Her smile was bright, inviting, and she stepped inside without waiting for permission.
She didn’t need to.
"I knew you’d come around," Alejandro said, his voice low and deliberate as he pulled her closer, his hands cupping her face.
Her fingers grazed his chest, her lips curling into a smile. "You couldn’t stay away for long."
Alejandro smirked, but his eyes were cold, focused. Amelia was no longer in the picture, not in his heart, not in his thoughts. He only had room for one woman, the one who could give him everything he wanted.
And tonight, it was Isabella. His true love.
Isabella stayed till the morning. She woke up in Alejandro's arms. ‘This feels so right’ he said.
Isabella cooked breakfast whilst Alejandro gathered her in his arms inhaling her sweet scent.
Alejandro twirled her around, brought her closer and kissed her.
Her lips were soft, familiar.
Isabella melted into him like she always did, a well-rehearsed dance they had perfected over time. Her hands curled around the back of his neck, pulling him closer, her perfume weaving into the air like temptation itself.
It felt good. It felt right.
She was the only one who understood what he wanted. Who he was beneath the name, beneath the weight of Rossi Enterprises and the blood-signed contracts. She never demanded more than he was willing to give. There were no tears, no pleading, no illusions of romance wrapped in delusion.
Isabella took what he offered, and gave him control in return.
His fingers curled into her waist, lips pressing harder—
But something shifted. A chill crept down his spine.
He pulled back, breath shallow, the moment still humming between them.
And that’s when he saw her.
Amelia.
Just a flicker—like a ghost at the edge of a dream.
She stood at the end of the hallway, barely visible in the dim light, her expression unreadable. No sobbing. No screaming.
Just stillness.
Her eyes met his for only a heartbeat. Then she turned without a word and disappeared into her room, the door clicking shut so softly, it barely made a sound.
But it echoed in his chest like a gunshot.
Alejandro stared at the closed door, jaw tightening.
He should’ve felt victorious. Cold. Dismissive.
Instead, unease coiled low in his gut.
Why hadn’t she said anything?
Why hadn’t she fought?
Isabella’s fingers ran up his chest again. “Ignore her,” she whispered, lips brushing his jaw. “She’s nothing to you.”
Alejandro didn’t respond.
Because at that moment… he wasn’t so sure.
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